This rehash of Destiny isle may have been void of its signature paopu fruit, but it was teeming with coconuts, apparently! A shame. Corvana could have used that milk to make delicious ice cream! Instead, it was dumped like a guyser into crystal blue waters, swirling milky patches of color floating within as they were impaled on quartz lances. Hefty defenses weren't required when you had precise ones. Like many others, this one would attempt to circle-strafe the Guardian, perfectly content poking at him with the logic that she could not be surprised by something she could see coming. She was watching him. But Corban was watching, too. ~She's staying outside of my range and using a barrier as a safeguard in the likelihood I also attack from range. She plays by the book.~ ~Guess I'll have to go off the script, again.~ Lances and coconuts fell to the water together as the javelins, their juices spent, were reverted to granular silica when Corvana had a wonderful idea! Coconuts were some of the best carbon water filters, now that she thought about it. Isolating the carbon and extracting it, she could burn it as a short-lived, but powerful propulsion system. Co-opt the burning fuel with a barrier-railgun chain, and you had a supersonic magical girl death-lance! The she-man's experience with such shy opponents caused him-her to err on the side of caution, and with so much raw material around, caging the psionic bird, barrier included, would be of no issue. Meteor wasnt the only one with an island full of weapons. Weather sand or water, the process would be the same. The sudden rising of several layers of polymorphous crystallizing(or icing if water) matter converging at the point above her head. Flexing her barrier outward could stress, but not shatter the sphere. Such were dynamic barriers formed of multiple layers instead of a static surface, which made it more diffusive like sand while retaining its rigidity. Guided by her railgunned drill-blade, it would literally drill with a twist of the wrist through ice, barrier, and the space between her breasts alike as a channeled abjurative disjunction. In terms of abjuration, his core amplitudes could be extended with ingenuity, and instead of simply short-circuiting the barrier, would do quite the opposite. Like an electrical overload, the principle applied two-fold here. In true banker-buster fashion the barrier was fused with the abjurative disjunction, causing high current flow. Most high energy flows in electrical wiring can simply be dissipated in open air and space, but within an enclosed, insulated area --like a crystal--, even these wires can easily overload. The result would be a localized, but powerful explosion via pyrolysis, using her barrier as the fuel! Crystal shrapnel arced around her as the barrier exploded and the kinetic back-kick launched her backward thirty feet, boots creating irrigation canals in the sand. Her milky crimson eyes scanned settling dust and spires of newborn crystals created from the rapid rise in heat and pressure. Her non-screwblade wielding hand compressed the three jewels into them, an invisible spark of lightning hidden within the fist compressing them together. [hider]conversations between Ishtalle and Corban are telepathic when noted with '~' and '<'. Quotations are used for standard communication.[/hider]